@medjiedo is being very suspicious.
she shuffles over, looking all innocent -- clearly, she's got something she wants to hide. ❝did i tell you, you're the best person in the whole wide world???❞ futaba was up to something, and it wasn't hard to tell (if you couldn't sense it, you were just dense). she clasped her hands together and bent her knees, and started whining. ❝can you do me this huge favor? i promise it's not much...❞ she extended her arms trying to exaggerate the word 'huge'.
Akira squints as Futaba gets his attention. This whole maneuver never means anything good for him- the innocent act is, quite frankly, just a little terrifying.
“Not recently, no.” He replies sardonically. For now, he’ll save his pride, or whatever scraps of it are left. She’s going to win and he’s going to cave and they both know it, but drawing it out at least preserves his dignity. “But if you want to repeat it, maybe I’ll consider helping you out. Maybe.”
His hands prop on his hips as he faces her, eyebrow quirking. “What even is this huge favor you want me to do without telling me what it is, hmm?”
